𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙚. even if you want to believe that there’s nothing there, for more than you try, for more than you ever try, he’s still there. he’s always there. every time you turn around he is there. even when you try to avoid him, you see him even more. it doesn’t make much sense at the moment. but you keep forging on. you love new rome too much, too much for it to be ruined by something of your own doing. at the time, it had seemed sensible. the only reason that you were together was because of the pulling of strings of hera and your mother. things were different, even for more than you tried you couldn’t shake off the fact that your memories were implanted, the feelings too. but you still have to see him, you have to be around him. percy is still his best friend, annabeth is still your best friend. so you see each other all the time. laughing like you’re all fine. tonight is one of those nights. one of the nights were you feel as if the world will be fine because he’s there.
so, you pretend, even when everyone has pared off for the night like always. you have food in front of you which makes it easier. it’s easier to stuff yourself with food rather than talk to him. but you’re trying to be civil, so you smile, and swallow and open your mouth to speak, ❝ why do we still let them drag us to stuff? ❞ there’s another laugh, you have to. ❝ annabeth convinced me as she always does, you know how she is. ❞
@stormherit: plotted starter.
